Cool grass

She
eschews shoes,
feet baring witness

Dissonance

You
scope out
the social landscape

calibrating
interaction's risk
with paranoia's perception

Hakanoa Street

When
living northern
hemisphere winter afternoons

I
would recall
Hakanoa Street summers

offering
shade sheltering
Plane tree leaves

to
the suburban
heat's asylum seekers

Moving on?

I have returned home
to my childhood's street
to the rhythm of youth
and my concrete cast feet

Where a penny lies
just a few houses away
in my grandmother's garage
where I used to play

I wanted

to
tear down
the nigrescent sky

totally
pulverise the
love song radio

drown
in duplicity's
legacy of longing

I
wanted to
rake your heart

Exploration

Digging deep into
the mind's abyss
you will find
a lot amiss

red and bloody
cut and run
amputations
just for fun

barbed wire neckbrace
glass shard wrecks
pain and ecstasy
insane sex

Extremes

Beauty
is a
catalyst for reaction

Raising
desires of
nakedness and immersion

a
longing to
subsume and consume

To satisfy I
want to
bathe

naked in the
musselbeds of
Wednesday

and eat my
aged thesaurus
immediately

Longing

I want you

to make love

to me today

preferably in the kumara pits

so we can include the sun.

Deep fuck me

You know the one...

the slow... so slow...

deep... so deep

fuck

which reaches

that inner ache

of exquisiteness,

transcending

order and chaos,

...that nirvana moment

Sweetness

You
get up
to open cupboards

Searching
for fleeting
fixes of sweetness

I
seek belatedly,
to find emptiness

Wrappers,
offering absolutely
nothing at all


I
love your
obsession for chocolate